Crushes are fun. Or at least they’re supposed to be fun as long as you keep them that way. As long as you don’t get emotionally invested or fixated or keep imagining your reality to be what it is not – crushes are fun. But if you expect too much or feel too easily, you might end up with self-inflicted heart ache which just leaves you feeling empty-handed or just plain empty. And all of this for someone who never even promised you anything from the start. —
Kovie Biakolo, Crushes Are Fun (via quote-book)
This one’s for THE ENTIRETY OF TUMBLR
GOD that cover is amazing.
(Source: booksactually, via noseinabook)
[Coldplay is] a British pop group whose success derives from their ability to write melodramatic alt-rock songs about fake love. It does not matter that Coldplay is the shittiest fucking band I’ve ever heard in my entire fucking life, or that they sound like a mediocre photocopy of Travis (who sounds like a mediocre photocopy of Radiohead), or that their greatest fucking artistic achievement is a video where the blandly attractive frontman walks on a beach on a cloudy afternoon. None of that matters. What matters is that Coldplay manufactures fake love as frenetically as the Ford fucking Motor Company manufactures Mustangs… “For you I bleed myself dry,” sang the blockhead vocalist, brilliantly informing us that stars in the sky are, in fact, yellow. —
Oh Chuck Klosterman you are so clever. (via follysfolly)
I love this
(Source: tastefullyoffensive, via noneuclidian)
You can follow me over at natfilko where I try to be more sincere and less of a freak you know?
Matka Canyon by Krystian Mmmm
(Source: princess-of--persia, via macedoniatimeless)